Ikebana Dreaming is a familiar state of mind. You’re walking the dog or driving to the market. Your head brims with daily minutiae — late for a meeting, a costly water bill, that raccoon raid on the trash bin. The world is passing by when, suddenly, you’re struck by the curve of a willow branch on the corner of Main and 39th, or the surprising height of a solitary pink gladiola in the Arco parking lot, the achingly beautiful blue of irises alongside a creek. Catching your eye is a lavender mass of blooming jacaranda or a flaming mimosa sweeping low over a still pond…and you find yourself dreaming…dreaming of Ikebana.